Tomboys Are Beautiful

I am sitting at my computer.
Outside I see them playing.
The neighborhood kids. Two of
them are people that I personally know.
Let's see. There's James and his big sister
Jennifer.

I look at Jennifer.
She is a bit chubby but cute with her
black hair, pale blue eyes and alabaster skin.
I am not usually into chicks. Not that much.
What draws me to some girls is their looks.
In my opinion, males have more substance. And
I almost always can sense what I am dealing with.

I step outside, and holler at my neighbors.
Jennifer is looking at me. She is smiling.
I smile back. I know about her past. The
whole neighborhood does. She is a bit of
a psycho....once she tried to stab her mother.
I play soccer with her and her brother. It's
all very interesting. Once we are done and tired,
we walk to the Dairy Queen for some ice cream.

James sees a young lady he is interested in and
leaves me standing awkwardly in front of his sister.
She looks at me. " Hi." she says. I say : " What's up?"
She smiles and says. "Nothing." We make small talk.
I am not quite sure what to say. What does a closeted
bisexual black guy say to a psychotic white girl ?

It looks like James isn't returning. He is talking to
a blonde with big boobs. Hmm. I offer to walk
Jennifer back home. We talk on the road and stuff.
"Wow." she said. " I am so surprised you would even
talk to me." I ask why and she says that I always seem
so distant and stuff. I tell her " I could surprise you."

I walk her to her house and we part with a handshake.
She smiles and I hurry back into my place. If anything, this
girl is interesting. I stay inside my house, on my PC or
working out. It's either that or I go to Boston. There is
this Indian girl named Kathleen that I am sort of seeing there.
She is cute and stuff. I am also interested in this hot, older
brothaman named Oliver. He is so cool and athletic that I have
daydreams about him. I want to tie Oliver up and pour syrup
on him and lick him from head to toe. I want to kiss him.
I want him to touch me and feel me. I want to taste his body.
I want to smell his masculine scent. I just love black men. I
love the way they smell and taste. This hot brothaman is from
Barbados. Hmmmm. You just want to eat him up. He is so cute.

Yeah, um. Back to the story.
The next day, Jennifer came to my house to
visit my sister Anne. Anne is in the basement
doing laundry because I am a lazy bastard and
Jennifer comes to my room. I say hey to her.
She is smiling at me and looking at me funny.
Chicks can get any guy in trouble over nothing but
this is a white chick we are talking about and I am
a black guy.....who swings both ways.

"What are you doing ?" Jennifer asks. I am sitting at
my PC looking at some vacation websites. "You plan on going
on vacation?"she asks. I say yes. "When ?" she asks. "Soon."
I say. I need to get her out of my room. But then I notice she
is wearing black shorts and a red shirt with a baseball cap
on backwards. Total tomboy. She is cute and chubby and
almost looks....boyish. I find tomboys more attractive than
centerfolds any day of the week. She notices me looking at her.
"You like what you see ?" she asks. " Yes." I say. She smiles and says.
"Dude, you got something in your hair." She tip-toes and I lean so she
can take whatever it is that happens to be in my hair. Instead of doing
that, she kisses me.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. Chicks usually don't have power over me.
Seriously. Most days, I can tell if a girl is pretty but a hard-bodied masculine
man is what gets me going. Especially black men. So what am I doing in bed
with a chubby white tomboy ? Jennifer kisses me. Hands go everywhere. She
laughs. Her plump butt is rubbing against my thing and making me get hard.
I look at her. The smiling face, the pale skin, the hat and boyish clothing. I desire
her. We make love. Like this. In my room. Without a raincoat.

This was the beginning of something alright. Jennifer and I had our little thing
on the down-low for awhile. Then her parents moved and she went with them.
No regrets. I still can't believe that happened. I walk down the street and look
at hot, slim girls and feel nothing. I look at muscular men and get hard. On
occasion, chubby young ladies get me going too, for some reason. Go figure.

The End.